kNightly Duel

Both internal and external, by day or night, we all have our battles and one may have an effect on the other.

kNightly Duel

With my sword beside me,
the Moon to guide me;
I'm off to join my private fray.

I stare across this most desolate region
and face this host-- A horrible legion.
All to save a lady fey.

With raw nerve and forced bravado,
I leap forth, shouting oath and motto;
while drawing fell blade; my enemy to slay.

Sweat, blood and tears flow freely as we fight.
Feinting, parrying and testing each others might.
Battle lust takes over to make us gay.

Hours pass as we duel; baring our souls through armoured slits.
Taunting, cursing-- Now mostly these muscular fits.
For love of life, I know we both pray.

Finally, a mistake! I lunge to make the kill.
Agony; though a swift stroke-- to hear a voice so shrill.
Then, I awaken, to face another day...

Reviews

[LoneWolf]

Sometimes I have a similar dream, and then I awake and wonder if I should have reasoned with my foe instead of slaying him.
You paint an amazing picture with the line "Agony; though a swift stroke-- to hear a voice so shrill." it's amazing how violent we can become in our dreams without realizing how terrible it would be to strike that death blow. I feel like you've established some kind of comradeship with your opponent, and while you're attempting to slay him, you're generous enough not to demonise him, I like that you acknowledge the mutual desire for life.
It’s rare for guys to comment on other guys writing here *laughs* but I must admit, I really enjoy some of these poems of yours. You have a unique and developing insight that I find entertaining, it’s familiar to me in the sense that I can identify with these feelings.

[Kaylor Mason]

"Most daydreams are more pleasant than nightmares"
One thing that nightmares also do is totally wear a person out--ya get up with more fatigue than when you went to sleep, even though that's supposed to be impossible. I think this poem brings that out really well too